I don't really want to put art, and the experience of it into text. Because good art transcends it.
It won't do you much good - for me to oooo and aaaah over the hours spent wandering through a large poignant building of installation art pieces. Describing in extreme detail all of the sounds, sensations, and lack of both which I experienced in each art piece.
Nope - it won't do either you or me - any good.
Especially when I have a word limit here.
Cause you won't be able to picture what I type. No matter how hard I try. I'll ruin the surprise of certain exhibits. The mystery. And it will only frustrate me - that I can't convey how intrinsically cool and alluring the Mattress Factory is.
I mean the name alone is cool. Sexy even.
But. I will tell you that you should go.
If you're in Pittsburgh for even a couple of hours. Don't waste time on things like food, sports, or anything else you may have planned on doing. Just go to the Mattress Factory.
Go alone if you have to.
But even better.
Find someone that you enjoy spending time with. Someone who lets you say "that's so cool...." over and over again about every exhibit. Someone who may even see each piece the way you do. Or maybe not.
And then just pass away the day at the Mattress Factory. Wandering and experiencing. You won't have to worry about uptight museum people following you around. Or tired tourists. Or "is that it?" art. Or sterile marble floors - which echo with every step. You just don't need to worry about much when you go here.
The Mattress Factory is the perfect place to let yourself slip. If even a little.
It's a special, one of a kind place, nestled in a random neighborhood, away from the hustle. Away from packed bars.
Away from it all.